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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Marcus was glad for Bryony's company, especially after a day like the one he'd had, and he was certain that she was just as happy not be alone as he was. It probably spoke to the depth of their friendship over the years that he could take comfort from the smallest gesture, or offer in return in a likewise manner. The pie was wonderful, just as he'd expected, though he was more concentrated on her words than the food, a rare occurrence but one that happened most frequently when she was the one speaking.

"Why not?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. While he was aware that Bryony wasn't as sure of her own brilliance as he was, Marcus couldn't see any reason why that should impede her work. Perhaps it stemmed from becoming accustomed to the limelight, what with his Quidditch career, that he no longer balked at seeing his own face plastered across magazines or newspapers. "I think it sounds like a wonderful idea."